The Hearts Demise
Bruising it with a knife
healing it with a cut
Brushing it with a sigh
breaking it with silence
Silence I hear it
so deep it could stop it
Beating, beating so fast it could end it
A life without living
Inside it's fading
Slowly it's dying
Is it time, NO! It's lying
Panic it's steaming
Why isn't it breathing
No why is it burning
Shhh now it's sleeping
Wish I could wake it
I cannot accept it
This poem is about:
Me
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